Take all, great God, I will not grieve,
But still wish I had more to give:
I hear thy voice, thou bid'st me quit
My paradise, and I submit:

I will not murmur at thy word,
Nor beg thee to sheath up thy sword.

INH

THE COMPASSION AND COMPLAINT.

1 NFINITE Power, eternal Lord,
How sov'reign is thy hand;
All nature rose to' obey thy word,
And moves at thy command.

2 With steady course the shining sun-
Keeps his appointed way;
And all the hours obedient run
The circle of the day.

3 But, ah! how wide my spirit flies,
And wanders from her God!

My soul forgets the heavenly prize,
And treads the downward road.

4 The raging fire and stormy sea
Perform thy awful will;
And every beast and every tree
Thy great design fulfill.

5 Shall creatures of a meaner frame
Pay all their dues to thee?

Creatures that never knew thy name,
That ne'er were lov'd like me?

6 Great God! create my soul anew,
Conform my heart to thine;

Melt down my will, avd let it flow,
And take the mould divine.

7 Seize my whole frame into thy hand,
Here all my powers I bring;

Manage the wheels by thy command,
And govern every spring.

8 Then shall my feet no more depart,
Nor my affections rove;

Devotion shall be all my heart,
And all my passions love.

A PRAYER FOor the Light OF LIFE.

SUN of Righteousness, arise,
With healing in thy wing!

To my diseas'd, my fainting soul,
Life and salvation bring.

2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel,
By thy all-piercing beam;

Lighten mine eyes with faith, my heart
With holy hope inflame.

3 My mind, by thy all-quick'ning power,
From low desires set free;
Unite my scatter'd thoughts, and fix
My love entire on Thee.

4 Father, thy long-lost son receive;
Saviour, thy purchase own:
Blest Comforter, with peace and joy
Thy new-made creature crown!

5 Eternal, undivided Lord,

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Co-equal One and Three!

On Thee all faith, all hope be plac'd,
All love be paid to Thee!

A HYMN.

APPY who in Jesus live

;

H But happier still are they,

Who to God their spirits give, And 'scape from earth away: Lord, thou read'st the panting heart, Lord, thou hear'st the praying sigh, O'tis better to depart,

'Tis better far to die.

2 Yet, if so thy will ordain,

For our companion's good,
Let us in the flesh remain,
And meekly bear the load:
When we have our grief fill'd up,
When we all our works have done,
Late partakers of our hope,
And sharers of thy Throne.

3 To thy wise and gracious will,
We quietly submit;
Waiting for redemption still,
But waiting at thy feet:
When thou wilt the blessing give,
Call us up thy face to see:

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Only let thy servants live,
And let us die to thee.

BREATHING AFTER THE HOLY SPIRIT.

(OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls, how heavily they go
To reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4 O Father, shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great!

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle our's.

THE WITNESSING SPIRIT.

HY should the children of a king, Go mourning all their days? Great Comforter, descend, and bring The tokens of thy grace.

2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints,
And seal the heirs of heaven?

When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And show my sins forgiv❜n ?

3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come:
May thy blest wings, celestial Dove,
Safely convey me home.

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VENI CREATOR.

REATOR, Spirit, by whose aid

first were laid,

Come, visit every waiting mind,
Come, pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.
20 Source of uncreated heat,
The Father's promis'd Paraclete!
Thrice holy Fount, immortal Fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire:
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
To sanctify us while we sing.

3 Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy seven-fold energy!

Thou Strength of his Almighty Hand,

Whose pow'r does heaven and earth command, Refine and purge our earthly parts,

And stamp thine image on our hearts.

4 Create all new our wills controul;
Subdue the rebel in our soul;
Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of faith, bestow:
And, lest again we go astray,
Protect and guide us in thy way.

5 Immortal honours, endless fame
Attend th' Almighty Father's name;
The Saviour-Son be glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died:
And equal adoration be,
Eternal Comforter, to Thee!

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A HYMN FOR SUNDAY.

HE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest;

Who, joyful in harmonious lays,

Employ an endless rest.

2 Thus, Lord, while we remember Thee,
We blest and pious grow;
By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

3 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was display'd,

By God, th' Eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.

4 He rises, who mankind has bought
With grief and pain extreme;

'Twas great to speak the world from nought, 'Twas greater to redeem.

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A HYMN FOR EASTER-DAY.

HE Sun of Righteousness appears
To set in blood no more!

Adore the Scatterer of your fears,
Your rising Sun adore!

2 The saints, when he resign'd his breath,
Unclos'd their sleeping eyes:

He breaks again the bands of death,
Again the dead arise!

3 Alone the dreadful race he ran,
Alone the wine-press trod :

He died and suffer'd as a man:
He rises as a God!

4 In vain the stone, the watch, the seal
Forbid an early rise

To him, who breaks the gates of hell,
And opens paradise.

FAT

A PRAYER FOR FAITH.

1 ATHER, I stretch my hands to thee,
No other help I know;

If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?